Half Speed

I’m stuck at the crosswalk

and then at your door.

I stare at a month’s worth of mail

on the floor.

No cinematic swell.

No secrets to tell

anymore.

It never gets easier.

I hope it never does.

It never gets easier.

No, I hope it never does.

It never gets easier.

I hope it never does.

It never gets easier.

No, I hope it never does.

I’ll clean out the freezer

and sort through the trash.

Recycle the plastics and cans

like you’d asked

me to do before.

You don’t ask anymore.

It never gets easier.

I hope it never does.

It never gets easier.

No, I hope it never does.

It never gets easier.

I hope it never does.

It never gets easier.

No, I hope it never does.

Never does

Take all the time that you’re owed.

Take it at half-speed or so.

Take all the time that you’re owed.

Take it at half-speed or so.

It never gets easier.

I hope it never does.

It never gets easier.

No, I hope it never does.

It never gets easier.

I hope it never does.

So take it at half-speed or so.

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